The second floor of Kung Fu Fresh is filled with a bloody smell; besides the police and a headless corpse, a row of severed hands is arranged on a dining table.
Neat and tidy, there's a bizarre yet horrific beauty to it.
"Qing Jie, I'll have to handle the aftermath later and catch up with some friends; it's not appropriate for you to stay here..."
Lin Baici's subtext was simple: Let Qing Jie go home first.
"Mm!"
Qing Jie is a sensible woman, knowing she wouldn't be of help by staying: "Be careful!"
Before Lin Baici could ask Gu Qingqiu to arrange two police officers to escort Qing Jie home, Gu Qingqiu had already given the order.
"A Dragon, A Tiger, send her home!"
Don't be fooled by Gu Qingqiu's youth; she has the full presence of an officer.
"How did you develop so quickly?"
Lin Baici was genuinely curious.
